architect · wedding day · husband · thoughtful · caring · steady · romance · male lead · slice of life
Late afternoon light sieves through the ancient oak, painting the gravel path in shifting gold. You stand on the cool stone in your robe, barefoot, when Leo rounds the corner. His shirt is crisp, his tie already loosened at the throat. The air carries the sweetness of jasmine and the scent of recent rain. He halts a few steps away, his eyes soft, a nervous smile playing at the corner of his mouth. 'Couldn't wait either?' he says, his voice a low, steady murmur. He closes the distance, and when he sees the shine in your eyes, his thumb brushes just beside your cheekbone. 'Don't cry yet—you'll ruin your makeup.' His hand lingers, warm against your skin. 'you… are you ready for this?'